I’ve had better days but on the spectrum of my life, yesterday wasn’t anything to complain about. Not much to write about either though. I was feeling a little blah and uninspired. Took a shorter than usual morning walk and did a one-hour afternoon walk all within the confines of the neighborhood. A little internet and some blogging and that was just about it.

I did go out and enjoy a few beers at Cheap Charlies last night. Then moved up the highway to Palm Tree for a couple of more. Ran into one of my neighbors, a guy named Tony, there and he shared his story with me. He’s a Brit who first visited the Philippines while he was working in Hong Kong. When Tony returned home to the UK he met a Filipina in the grocery store where he shops. They dated and then married when she was 40 and he was 45. She almost immediately got pregnant for the first time in her life. Shortly before giving birth, she was diagnosed with some form of bowel cancer. She had a son and then died three years later. With the help of his family, Tony raised the child. When Tony turned 56 he took early retirement and moved to the PI with his son. The boy is 13 now and doing well. Tony also told me tales of being scammed by Filipinas since moving here, but honestly, I think I’ve got him beat in that department.

We had a night full of thunderstorms which is quite unusual for this time of year. The rain had stopped by the time I took the dogs out for a walk this morning.

And it looks like we are in for another erection.

What else? Oh, Fitbit emailed me my stats from 2020 this morning:

MOST ACTIVE DAY: March 28. You logged 34,568 steps on this day. Nice work!

TOTAL STEPS: 6,450,022. That’s like walking the length of a cruise ship 16,266 times.

TOTAL MILES: 3099. That’s like crossing the English Channel 148 times

Well, thanks for letting me know Fitbit. I just did the math and see that I failed to achieve my goal of a daily average of 20,000 steps. I only managed 17,671 a day. Damn it. Well, I’ll consider it motivation for this year. And I don’t give a shit about the English Channel but I did walk enough miles to have traveled coast to coast in the USA. So there’s that.

One cold winter’s day in December I was putting mail through the door slot of a house on my mail route. A woman opened the door and invited me in for a hot chocolate. Well, damn, that sounded good so I said yes, thank you! As she was serving me, her robe came open and I could see her smoking hot body through the negligee she was wearing underneath. One thing led to another and we wound up in the bedroom doing the deed. When we had finished, she smiled and hand me a dollar. I asked her what is this for? She responded “I don’t know. I asked my husband what to give the mailman for Christmas and he said fuck the mailman, give him a dollar!”

Alright, that didn’t really happen. It’s just an old letter carrier joke. I did have some nice adventures and encounters with customers on my route, but always after duty hours.

Alright, I suppose that’s just about enough of this nonsense. More to come tomorrow, maybe even something of substance! Well, comparatively anyway.

Time for darts!